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...picture of semi-jocular humility, and looking very much at ease in his new role as the quiet, smart guy to Bush's grinning front man. The former chief of staff, congressman, defense secretary and oilman didn't thrill folks with his speech, keeping it short and slightly aw-shucks, but showed no fear whatsoever. He did look a generation older than his running mate - the classic middle-aged white guy with a paunch - and no one mentioned Cheney's faulty ticker. For Bush, he's a throwback to another Washington, when men were tight-lipped and professional about things...
...Olympian detachment or at least a few outsize personality quirks help. Hillary has the latter in spades and rock-star fame. And while Rudy Giuliani may have been too knee-in-the-groin nasty to attract all the anti-Hillary votes, the fresh-faced Lazio could be just too aw-shucks nice, a slice of Velveeta on white in a state with a decided taste for roquefort on rye, a place where full-frontal egomaniacs like Ed Koch, Bella Abzug and Al D'Amato have thrived and from where larger-than-life figures like Daniel Patrick Moynihan and Robert Kennedy...
Damon, who like Blanchett and Paltrow was cast in the film before achieving Oscar-night eminence, knows how to emit charm--of the aw-shucks variety in The Rainmaker or streetwise in Good Will Hunting. Here, though, he is a plodder. Pasty white among the bronze gods of Mongibello, striding stiffly, with nerdy glasses adorning his pinched face, Damon could more easily be mistaken for the creepy losers Hoffman usually plays (in Boogie Nights or Happiness) than for a patrician hunk like Dickie. The deglamorizing of Ripley pays off beautifully in his final meeting with Freddie, who sees through...
...twinkle in his eye too. But at 5 ft. 7 in., he looks like a stray from the Mickey Mouse Club. He's kind of bashful and aw-shucks looking when bidding begins on his jacket, a rainbow-colored affair bearing the name of his main sponsor--DuPont automotive finishes. Bidding starts at $500 and ends at $10,000, and I am stunned. Not by the price but by the idea that someone might leave the house wearing such a thing...
...first Jack seems a bit trite because of his fabled old Western dialect of cute truisms and botched verbs, his "aw-shucks" likeability and his emphasis on his honest-to-God credibility. I was a bit critical about what might have been merely a tall-tale spun by a clever snake oil salesman, posing as a nice guy who had many incredible experiences. But the more I read, the more I was convinced of his absolute sincerity because of how human and tangible a character he really is. I thought I was listening to a storyteller speak rather than reading...